The Book of Scottish Song/O saft is the blink o' thine e'e
O saft is the blink o’ thine e’e.
[From "The Gaberlunzie's Wallet."]
O saft is the blink o' thine e'e, lassie,
Saft is the blink o' thine e'e;
An' a bonnie wee sun glimmers on its blue orb
As kindly it glints upon me.
The ringlets that twine round thy brow, lassie,
Are gowden as gowden may be;
Like the wee curly cluds that play round the sun
When he's just gaun to drap in the sea.
Thou hast a bonnie wee mou', lassie,
As sweet as a body may pree;
An' fondly I'll pree that wee hinny mou',
E'en though thou should'st frown upon me.
Thou hast a lily white hand, lassie,
As fair as a body may see;
An' saft is the touch o' that wee genty hand,
At eve when thou partest wi' me.
Thy thoughts are sae haly and pure, lassie,
Thy heart is sae kind and sae free;
That the bright sun o' heaven is nae pleased wi' himsel',
Till he glasses himsel' in thine e'e.
O, thou art a' thing to me, lassie,
O thou art a' thing to me;
What care I although fortune should frown,
Gin I gain the blythe blink o' thine e'e.